Alas! her simple words were true,--he had grown away from her Been afraid since to like almost anything Cold shower-bath the world furnishes gratis Conflicting advice of all manner of officious friends Don't be in a hurry to choose your friends Dreaded mingling with the brawlers of the market-place Easy-crying widows take new husbands soonest Getting married is jumping overboard Grief must be fed with thought, or starve to death Her only fault was that she had not grown with him I am old and incombustible enough to be trusted "I cannot help it"--the hysteric motto Knew how to keep his knowledge to himself upon occasion Library gathered like his is a looking-glass Live folks are only dead folks warmed over Love does not thrive without hope Mechanical plodders and the indifferent routinists Most pathetic image in the world to many women - own tears Not handicapped with any burdensome ideals Nothing so humble that taste cannot be shown in it Patronized, which is not a pleasant feeling Picket-guard at the extreme outpost Saint may be a sinner that never got down to "hard pan" Talk without words is half their conversation Truth is only safe when diluted Turning bread and milk into the substance of little sinners War--Organized barbarism A MORTAL ANTIPATHY [Etext #2698] antip10.txt or antip10.zip Beginners are very apt to make what they think are discoveries Charlatanism always hobbles on two crutches Doctor's wife must keep her tongue in Dying, whose eyes may light up, but rarely shed a tear Knows everything and doesn't believe anything Lecturing to instruct myself Lucky mishaps, or, more elegantly, fortunate calamities Man who knows what is in books - and what is in men Medicine deals chiefly in probabilities Nervous revolutions Never know the extent of darkness until it is partially illuminated Others took assertions on trust Perhaps I sha'n't believe in medicine enough to practise it Persons who never are young--and never old Physicians, of all men in the world, know how to wait Sagacity without which learning is a mere incumbrance Self-indulging and self-commiserating emotionalism Self-love is a cup without any bottom Shut out, not all light, but all the light they do not want Struggle with the ever-rising mists of delusion Tender spot of one or the other is carelessly handled Theological students developed a third eyelid What has the public to do with my private affairs When gratitude is a bankrupt, love only can pay his debts PASSAGES FROM AN OLD VOLUME OF LIFE [Etext #2706] pages10.txt or pages10.zip